In the tavern

We abided by the rules of the game ...

Sergei Chupalenkov



we abided by the rules of the game
June spotless heat
and we thought,
that was all, and to pay tribute to not sin
contemptible prose
and fell half asleep semi-laughter
through semi-tears .


And all the familiar evening
lived ;;capital city.
Absently played along with us
its extras:
Textile workers, passers-by station,
pawn shops, markets.
About Nightingale cried like crazy
all Kuzminki!

We abided by the rules of the game
on the verge,
on the blade, on the tip of the needle
we played






Children were born. Collapsed worlds.
Blurs the line.
We abided by the rules of the game
We lost.




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Мы соблюдали правила игры...

Сергей Чупаленков


Мы соблюдали правила игры,
едва касаясь
июньской незапятнанной жары,
и нам казалось,
что было всё, и дань отдать не грех
презренной прозе,
и полусонно падал полусмех
сквозь полуслёзы.

И всё привычнее по вечерам
жила столица.
Рассеянно подыгрывали нам
её статисты:
Текстильщики, прохожие, вокзал,
ломбарды, рынки.
О как безумно соловей рыдал
на все Кузьминки!

Мы соблюдали правила игры
уже на грани,
на лезвии, на острие иглы
ещё играли.
…………………………………
Рождались дети. Рушились миры.
Стирались грани.
Мы соблюдали правила игры.
Мы проиграли.

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